#gods i love this so much u have no idea how long i've been thinking about this

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

Heeeeyyy, never requested anything but i think i'll give it a shot because i really like the way you write! You're really talented :]

Mayhaps a simon "ghost" riley x male reader? Reader is very provocative and loves getting reactions out of people, no matter if they are amused chuckles or annoyed groans. BUT Ghost is a brick wall and reader sees it as a challenge? Im sure your beautidul mind will come up with something interesting!

May i have the "🦇" as my anon emoji? (If its not taken of course!)

Thanksss, have an amazing day/night!

you can whistle for it

simon 'ghost' riley x male! reader

warnings: idk how spotting works im just basing it off of that one american sniper scene kinda, suggestive innuendos, stupid jokes, not proofread,

notes: i love specific anons sm :3 yall r so cute :3 ofc u can have 🦇 :3 lysm :3

fem dni.

"Y'know, Lieutenant, I've been thinking-"

"I doubt that."

"-You, me, alone under the stars... It's pretty romantic, don't'cha think?"

"No."

A heavy sigh pushes past [Name]'s lips, hia breath blooming into a faint mist of white, fading into the deep blues of the sky hanging high above them.

The snow crunches bellow his elbows with every breath, laying thick over the plantlife. Frost coated the leaves that shrouded the pair, snowfall left the branches bending under the weight, there wasn't even a peep from the local fauna.

And oh god, what he wouldn't give to be warm like them, huddled in a burrow, coat all he'd need to keep warm. Instead, he was left in thick, stiff winter gear, the cruel wind biting at the tip of his nose in spite of the fleece-lined gaiter.

Hell, he was surprised his rifle wasn't crusted in ice.

He wasn't surprised, however, to deduce that the poor weather seemed to reflect on his lieutenant's mood, as if being stuck on overwatch for hours on end wasn't bad enough.

[Name] laid with his cheek resting on the stock of his gun, index finger lazily tapping against the trigger gaurd to some unrecognized rhythm.

And Ghost was right beside him, nearly hyper focused on spotted. Each had their eyes trained on their respective scopes, and both were miserable.

Aching backs, necks swiftly growing sore, eye's dry, lips cracking, and faces all kn all feeling like they'd be ready to freeze off any moment now. And that's not even mentioning that this was the fourth time Ghost had essentially requested [Name] shut his mouth in the past thirty minutes they'd been in the field, which was frustrating enough for both of them.

And excuse him for not wanting to waste his night sulking in silence, but making the best out of a less than steller situation didn't seem to be something Ghost was capable of.

It was charming, in its own annoying little way-- the relentless chatter and constant quips and jokes, even if they sometimes boarded on ridiculously unprofessional. Whether it be an annoyed groan, a flustered chuckle, or a reluctant smile masked with a roll of their eyes, his little antics never failed to coax out some reaction.

Almost never.

And in all honesty, this self inflicted, fruitless journey to get so much as a scoff out of Ghost wasn't even the point anymore. Sure, to be met with anything other than stubborn apathy would be a breath of fresh air, not to mention satisfying after so long of any and all jokes, swipes, and thinly veiled innuendo being shut down with little remorse would be a delight. But now? [Name] just wanted something to distract himself from the cold that clung to his skin.

So, as always, to Ghost's dismay, he gives it another go.

Dispite himself, another sigh is huffed out. He glances over to Ghost, the sight of something other than his reticle feeling foreign.

"So..." He starts, situating his sights back to his scope. "You got a girlfriend or anything?"

He found the idea a little funny. The image of this big, stoic man holding hands or otherwise being sweet on some pretty little lady.

There's a stretch of silence, expectantly so, and [Name]'s already racking his brain for something-- anything, to say next.

"No."

The low rumble of Ghost's voice takes him by surprise, but it'd be foolish to dwell on it long. An answer's an answer.

"Figured," [Name] mutters out, adjusting the grip on his gun, rolling out shoulders in an attempt to ease the discomfort that's begun to festerbetweenhia shoulder blades. "Does that mean you're up for grabs then?"

Only the whistle of wind responds this time.

"I'll take that as a maybe." He might as well have been aimlessly talking to himself. Hell, that would've been more entertaining than this.

"Y'know, I'm sure deep down you do think I'm funny." Told you; relentless. Still, despite the smile hidden behind his mask and the slightly forced crinkle in his eye, [Name] couldn't quite hide the irritation growing thick in his own throat.

"I think you're a distraction," Ghost is swift to correct, his balaclava doing little to hide the annoyance in his tone. "A liability if you're not careful, so do shut up."

[Name] can't help but shake his head, a sharp huff pulling from his throat. Sure Ghost was his superior, and by no means were they supposed to be all buddy-buddy with one another. But jesus fucking christ, would it hurt to crack smile. Hell, even Price offers a pitty laugh on the rare occasion.

"It wouldn't kill you to have some damn fun one in a while." The words leave his mouth before his can think better of it, tounge sharp.

"It might," Ghost is quick to retort with just as much bite. For the first time since they settled down, his eyes leave the spotter, sending a well received warning glare [Name]'s way. "Give it a rest, yeah?"

Be it the weather, the job, a wave of bravery, or simply just [Name]'s long overdue annoyance reaching its peak, he, in fact, does not give it a rest.

"It's like you're scared of saying something interesting for once."

"Maybe I'll let you chew on some lead to shut you up. That interesting enough?"

"Christ."

Every stretch on silence is near unbearable. It feels like even the wind still in these moments. [Name] would prefer a constant flood of berating and hardly enjoyable banter from Ghost far more than this.

The tension of the moment breifly lingers before it disapates just as swiftly as it had arrived, the tension in [Name]'s chest easing. He lets out a soft breath, his grip adjusts, his elbows sink furth into the snow.

"Well-" Ghost interjects with gruff sigh, "-Soap told me you like jokes."

"Did he, now?"

"Where do generals keep their armies?"

"Up their sleevies."

"God dammit, Ghost."

[Name] purses his lips, effectively splitting it down the center, the heat from the sting made all the worse by the every present chill. He had more pressing matters to worry about. "Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"Sergeant."

"Humor me-- just this once, and I swear I'll shut up for the rest of the night." An obvious lie. However, Ghost doesn't try to correct it. "...Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"...Why?"

"If they closed both, they wouldn't be able to see."

Yet another discontent sigh leaves Ghost's mouth. But, [Name] could've sworn he almost heard a smile forcing its way onto Ghost's face as he spoke. "Now are you done?"

[Name]s response isn't instantaneous. His head lifts from the small of the stock, gaze leaving the scope and finding Ghost beside him.

Ghost was still, near statuesque if it weren't for the soft puffs of breath that seeped through the thick knit of his mask. [Name] knew Ghost liked being behind the trigger more than anything, but he was sure Ghost's ego swelled, even if just a tad, over being the one chosen to spot instead.

Only when Ghost's eyes meet [Name]'s does he retreat back to his scope. Still, he let's his stiff face pull into a grin. "Say whatever you want, but I think I am starting to get to you, Lieutenant."

"Oh, piss off." This time, he hears Ghost shift around in place, a tired groan accompaning the shifting of snow beneath him. "Just quiet down before I show you how to put that mouth of yours to good use for once."

"Awe, c'mon now, you-- huh?"

[huckleberrykai]

txt ~ why's it spicy?

pairing: txt x fem!reader scenario: txt vs plumping lip gloss warnings: just kisses !! silly lil hcs, reader wears makeup (lipgloss) obvs, maybe suggestive if u squint notes: IDEA FROM MY LOVELY 🐙 ANON! sorry this took so so long i've been so busy and distracted 😭 i think the ask was from like july but this idea was so cute and funny i love it ! i hope you like it <3 click here for my masterlist!

soobin:

baby is shook oh my god

soobin is such a kissy boyfriend, whenever you're alone together his lips are always on you somewhere ~ usually your own lips

and you love it, happily letting him kiss you all the time... completely forgetting the plumping lipgloss you tried out today.

he kisses you for a little bit - then pulls away f a s t

"baby.. did you eat something spicy? i- ouch"

rubbing his lips like a maniac

very obviously trying not to offend you but that lip gloss is ZESTY

"oh it's probably my lip gloss... it's supposed to tingle. it makes your lips plumper."

ensue confused soob

*scrunchy disgusted confused face activated*

"your lips are perfect already...? and that stuff burns. please throw it out... you don't need it."

pouty soob when you tell him you like the colour and don't wanna wipe it off heheh

basically BEGS bcs he wants to kiss u so bad

u have him the the palm of ur hand bro pls wipe it off for his sake 😮‍💨

yeonjun:

yeonjun LOVESSS messy makeouts

especially when you wear gloss bcs the smudges get him all riled up

bonus points for bright colours so when you kiss his neck or cheeks he can see the sticky marks - sure they're a bitch to clean off but man he loves it

so when he gets home to see the thick shiny red lip gloss on your lips he's a goner. he is ON you in seconds

"welcome home jun-mhph!"

very lost in you... it takes him a second to feel it but he ignores it

until it stops tingling just a little starts to STING

"y/n i think something's wrong."

and ur just like ??? until you realise

u start giggling at the fact his already plump lips are even bigger

"why do my lips hurt? it's like .. burning? am i allergic to your lip gloss? that sucks, you look so kissable :("

gets less sad when you explain it to him

"ohhh well it looks pretty. but please wipe it off, it hurts to kiss you."

and if you refuse.. man does nawttt give a fuck

will absolutely kiss you anyway even if it hurts LOL

beomgyu:

oh my god he's so dramatic

your lips look so shiny and pretty like his favourite jelly candies

and he lovesss kissing you when you have lipgloss on. especially when its the strawberry one you wear a lot

but this time the pink colour on your candy lips was nottt strawberry

when he lunged into kiss you you tried to warn him! but he was not taking any notice! whatsoever!

"gyu wait i'm- mfph"

"YAAH WHAT POISON IS THAT! IT BURNS OH MY GOD"

rubbing fistfuls of tissues on his mouth

you absolutely burst out laughing

"it's just plumping lipgloss gyu... it's not poison"

"it tastes like you rubbed tabasco on there, how are you not crying?"

you just put more on to prove a point~ and since he messed it up with his kiss

"it's pretty. makes my lips look bigger too"

"what, so you can look like a fish? i miss the strawberry one :("

whines and whines like a child til you wipe it off

straddles you lap and applies the other one for you before slapping his lips against your own.

"better?" "much better."

taehyun:

taehyun usually doesn't kiss you when you're wearing lipstick or lipgloss

he doesn't like the sticky feeling and he also respects how long it takes you to do your makeup~ he appreciates the artistry and he's not gonna ruin that

usually resorts to cheek kisses or just hugs/handholding in public since he's not much of a pda guy. he knows you know he loves you and thats enough for him <3

but when he gets back from a trip and you meet him in a quiet corner of the airport before he gets swarmed by paparazzi, he just has to kiss you :(

you figured he'd wait until you were home for anything more than a hug, but when he smacks his lips on yours the second you're in his arms you squeal against his lips.

"what's wrong?" he pulls back at your squealing.

"i'm wearing plumping lipgloss. it might tingle a bit if you kiss me."

"i missed you too much to care. plus i could use a little plumping."

you laugh at him and he gives you one of his big happy grins, bearing his sharp teeth before diving right back in.

"damn that's spicy. i mean if you like it.. whatever. but ouch."

definitely laughed with you when people on twitter were commenting on his sparkly plump lips in the paparazzi photos on the way out of the airport >.<

hueningkai:

kai coming over for a very unplanned cuddle sesh was very exciting!!

but the unplanned-ness of it also meant he showed up before you had time to take off your makeup and get comfy

and without thinking you puckered your lips for a kiss before he even got through the front door

and being the obsessed lovely boyfie he is.. he isn't gonna turn down your delectable looking lips

so sweet boy is hit with the tingle of your gloss before you can remember to warn him

"... why are you spicy?"

????

"hm? oh sorry i forgot to take my lipgloss off."

"oh. why on earth did you buy spicy lipgloss?"

absolutely starts laughing his ass off thinking you bought it for the flavour

"its supposed to be plumping!! it tingles so they plump up!"

the defence does not help. laughs even harder.

"so you're trying to make them swell up? they look cute as they are! you should stick to the grape one, then you taste like grape juice and not spicy ramen."

half assed wipes it off with his thumbs and cups your cheeks gently and gives you more kisses

"mmm never wear that one again please."

"hm.. only if you let me cuddle molang."

"deal."

fluff taglist: @beoms-sugar @mazeinthemoon @n0-thisispatrick @strawberry-kirby @majestyjun @bibibinnie @beom-pyu @minholing @ohmahgods @txtistheloml

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 3

snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hey yall B) it's time for part 3.. i'm hoping i've done this chapter justice, though i am a little doubtful, only because this was sort of a filler chapter, it doesnt have muchhh plottt.... i just love the hateful/resentful relationship between the reader and snape at the moment, does that make me toxic lmao? :( </3

there is not much else to say, so i hope you enjoy this next part, honestly i have no idea how many parts there is going to be, i'm sort of writing it until i'm happy with what happens sort of thing.

anyway, it's lights out and away we goooo!! (if you get this reference i love u)

The chilly, biting air blew through you like a windstorm as you rushed to catch up with the strawberry-blonde author, the adrenaline that was pumping through you doing most of the work. Without a beat, you reached Lockhart, your hand colliding with his chest as you pushed him into a shadowed area; his back - once again - slamming against the wall with a thud.

A look of shock and complete, utter fear was spread on the Gilderoy's face as you pointed your wand in his sorry face. "As I was saying before, Lockhart," you growled, prodding the tip of your wand into his chest, "If you ever pull that shit again, I will not hesitate to have you removed from this school." You huffed, clenching your jaw. Gods, you could kill him, honestly! "What in the ever sweet-loving hell were you thinking? A student could have been harmed!" You hissed at the man, who had now composed himself. Honestly, you were holding back from hexing him. "Actually, Longbottom almost was!" You added, fire in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, truly, I am." Lockhart said guardedly, watching you with cautious eyes as you stepped back to give him some space. "It wasn't my intention, I promise you-"

"Incompetence is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Lockhart, believe me." You warned him, allowing yourself to calm down a little bit. You might've gotten a little carried away.

"Understandably." Lockhart replied, his eyes flicking between yours and your wand

"I'm glad we have an understanding." You said coldly and gestured for him to leave. If you looked at him again, you were worried you might lose your cool. You'd never gotten so angry with someone before, but placing students in harms way because of a stupid mistake truly pisses you off. It's shameful.

The crunch of Lockhart's boots against the ground faded out into the cold, bitter air as he scurried away. You stood still for a moment to gather yourself and your thoughts, running a stressed hand through your long hair.

"Feel better?" A sudden deep, husky voice came from behind you. You almost jumped out of your skin as you spun around to find Snape, equipped with an amused smirk on his white face as he relished in your fright.

"Bloody hell, Snape!" You scoffed, throwing a hand against your chest. Where did he come from, didn't he leave earlier? Was he following me? You wondered to yourself, a suspicious frown landing on your face. That familiar burning sensation began to creep up onto your cheeks and neck as you looked at him.

"For a Hufflepuff, you're certainly… fiery." The corner of his lips quirked upwards as he clasped his hands behind his back. You swallowed thickly as he stepped towards you, your heart beginning to pound again once more. "Perhaps the sorting hat made a grave mistake all those years ago." He added, articulating each word perfectly, tilting his head at you. You rolled your eyes at him, standing your ground. You refused to let him intimidate you again. You were equals now, and you wanted him to treat you like one. Snape's face twisted into a taunting sneer. "After witnessing your reckless yet, dare I say, impressive outburst, you would have made a fine Slytherin student."

"Oh, what an honour." You groaned sarcastically. What a backhanded… compliment? You weren't sure. Despite your confident facade, you could feel the walls you'd built crumbling as Snape leaned forwards at you, his lips curling into a face of disgust at your reply. "I am not selfish, nor arrogant. I would rather put others before myself." A rush of anxiety washed through you, like you'd just missed a step on the stairs.

"Ah yes, the most obvious downfall of Hufflepuffs. Selflessness." Snape smirked at you. He was clearly enjoying how easy it was to get under your skin and irritate you. Gods, he was driving you crazy, and you honestly didn't want to know whether it was the good or bad way.

Most definitely the latter, let's be serious here. "Ah yes, truly sorry that we also value people other than ourselves." You mocked the Potions Master, secretly desiring a reaction from him. Though, he didn't say anything, he only kept the smug smirk on his lips, his eyes narrowing at you as he studied you. It's like he knew what you wanted and he refused to give it to you.

The silence was deafening, and it was making you squirm underneath his nose. You hated the way he could command a moment perfectly.

"A brave little thing, aren't you?" Snape said. Little thing? Who did he think he was?

"Why did you follow me, Snape?" You questioned him, ignoring his demeaning insult. You were curious as to why he followed you, surely there were better things to do than pursue the Herbology professor. "I was merely curious as to why you took off at such speed." He answered matter-of-factly.

"Hm," You clenched your jaw, "and were you satisfied with your findings?" You asked tauntingly. Your breath hitched as he stepped towards you again, making you step backwards until your back hit the wall. Your chest was quite obviously heaving at this point, and you were doubtful it was to do with your frustration.

The wizard stared at you for a beat, observing your movements. "It doesn't bode well for you to be found reprimanding your colleagues, Professor L/N." Snape simply said, disregarding your previous question

"I believe you would think different, had you seen what I did, Snape." You replied with a frown. "Pixies were flying freely in his class, causing utter chaos and torment to the students- I mean, they'd hung Longbottom by the hood of his cloak on the chandelier!"

"Lockhart will not last here, we both know that, L/N." Snape declared, leaning back slightly, as if to back off from you. The hostility in him was still present, though. "As for Longbottom, I'm not surprised. That boy is always finding himself in perilous situations." He added, glancing to the right momentarily with a look of disgust. He looked back at you, sending your heart into a rapid beat once more. "I suggest you keep your nose out of things that don't concern you."

"Lockhart came to me." You laughed dryly, offended that he'd assumed you were drawn to the drama. "He came to me for help."

"Poor choice, clearly." Snape sneered. You opened your mouth to bite back at him. "However, possibly a smart move. Choosing the faculty fledgling. Easy to use. Though, evidently, Lockhart did not possess the foresight to see that it would backfire on him. He clearly misjudged your… spunky character." He continued, making you snort. He cocked a questioning brow at the noise. "Do not mistake me, I did take pleasure in watching you admonish that blundering fool."

You were shocked to say the least, to actually hear something positive fall from Snape's lips. Did he really just say that? You stood there, dumbfounded, staring up at him.

"You look startled, Professor L/N," The Potions Master smirked down at you. Understandably, you were speechless. "Is it such a foreign concept for you to hear me speak well of you?"

"I'm astounded that you're surprised by that. It's a rare occasion that you dish out positive feedback, let alone compliments. I thought you were more self-aware than this, Snape." You said, feigning confusion. Snape's smugness was soon wiped clean as another more familiar facial expression of his took residence upon his features - a stone-cold glare

You couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at the corners of your lips, an unusual warmth blooming in your stomach. Yes, you were truly taking pride in successfully insulting Severus Snape - at this point, who wouldn't?

"Touché." Snape glared at you. Another moment of silence passed through you and Snape as you stared each other down. It was weirdly intimate, again. The two of you seemed to be forming a habit of this.

Snape was the first to break. You gasped softly as the Potions Master swiftly swept away from you, his cloak billowing out behind him like a wave that refused to break. You've come to understand that goodbyes are not in Snape's vocabulary.

Watching him walk down the hallway, you presumed to his quarters, you let your head fall back against the wall behind you. A quiet sigh of relief fell from your lips. You weren't sure how long you could keep up this hateful mask to hide your blooming affection for him. It was easier to pretend that you hated him, even though he sometimes did nearly push you to that extreme.

A week or so went by without another close encounter with Snape, and you were surprisingly content with that fact. It gave you time to process everything and most importantly - settle into your new position as the Herbology professor. You'd partially seen him in the Great Hall for breakfast, lunch and dinner, or whilst walking in the hallways but you never evoked a conversation with him. You acknowledged him with a polite nod, but that was it.

After that unorthodox interaction with him in the hallway that night, the hostility had simmered down between you two. Sure, he was bound to say something tongue-in-cheek soon enough, but you'd avoided him because of that risk, and also to do with the fact that your crush on him was truly growing out of your control. You were just hoping he didn't notice.

Today was a Saturday, and it was around ten o'clock or so in the morning. Since you had no classes today, you thought you'd complete an inventory check, to replace and monitor the levels of herbs and other plant bits and bobs you had. You'd just finished four classes worth of grading after starting at eight o'clock, so you were craving something practical, really. The constant repetitiveness of reading the same thing over and over again almost sent you into an eternal slumber. No Wiggenweld or Wideye potion could have saved you.

As you dug through your cabinets in your greenhouse, you noticed some things were missing. "Huh." You muttered to yourself, sitting back on your haunches, observing the storage unit. You leaned forwards and rummaged through it again, assuming you'd miscounted.

No, you weren't wrong. Things were missing.

Billywig stings, Chinese chomping cabbage, dandelion roots, dittany… Your nose scrunched up in slight annoyance as your mind immediately thought of Snape. McGonagall did mention at the beginning of the year that he might snoop through your cabinets and take some ingredients for his Potions classes. You just didn't expect him to take this much.

Luckily for him, you were in a pleasant mood, so you weren't inclined to scold him for stealing from you, but rather just have a word. Not that he'd care if you did choose to berate him.

You sighed as you stood up from kneeling, your hands brushing off your now dusty skirt. Off you go, to the damp and dingy dungeons - not particularly one of your favourite places at Hogwarts. The weather had really changed over the past few days, it was now nearing the end of September, and so the rain and clouds had really started to take hold. As of right now, it was quite dark and dingy outside, the clouds almost black, like a warning to stay inside. You groaned at the depressing sight. Spring was your favourite season of the year, of course, being a Herbologist.

Quickly scurrying out of your greenhouse, across the outside courtyards and towards an entrance to the castle, your hand rose up to protect your head as a drizzle of rain started to fall. Reluctantly making your way to where Professor Snape resided, a rush of anxiety and butterflies stirred in your stomach. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Were you going to turn back? Possibly.

As you neared the spiral staircase down to the dungeons, a sick feeling gathered within you. Almost like a gut feeling. Perhaps this was a bad idea. You stopped in your tracks for a moment, torn between the desire of running away back to your greenhouse, pretending like you had no clue that Snape had been in your greenhouse and taken some things, and the desire of giving him a piece of your mind, respectfully, of course.

You shook your head to yourself, as if to rid your mind of your doubts, and so you carried on downwards, the smell of damp earth and what seemed to be decaying stone, interwoven with fresh moss. It wasn't too pleasant, but it was bearable, and it reeled you back to your time at Hogwarts when you used to travel down here for your Potions classes with none other than the brooding Professor Snape himself.

Your nose scrunched up as you thought back to the amount of times he had berated you in class for messing up such simple instructions, but you just weren't cut out to be a potioneer; Herbology was your calling.

You hesitated on the last step of the stairs, suddenly regretting your idea of paying the Bat a visit. Fuck it, you thought. You needed to establish some sort of boundaries.

A voice pulled you from your thoughts as you halted your body.

"Professor L/N," Snape's recognisable deep baritone rang out in the dark, gloomy hallway of the dungeons. His tone was almost questioning. It was a given, considering you were not a common passer-by in the dungeons. Thinking about it, this was probably your first time down here in a long time. His lips just uttering your name sent a chill down your spine. You cursed yourself for that. You had to squint slightly to spot his tall, broad and black figure in the shadows, partially illuminated by the torchlights hung against the walls.

"Professor Snape," You greeted back awkwardly. He stood straight, face adorned with his usual cold stare, one hand falling from the knob of his classroom door and moving to clasp his other behind his back. He was clearly waiting for you to explain your reasoning as to why you were down here, but you were sure he had inkling as to why. He wasn't stupid. "Erm." Your mind went blank. This was fucking embarrassing.

You glanced up at Snape, watching him tilt his head at you. He was silent. He was obviously enjoying your squirming as you tried to think of something to say to him.

"I've noticed some things missing from my cabinets." You finally said, trying to push aside the waves of embarrassment that were currently flooding your body. "I'm presuming it's you taking the ingredients?" You questioned quietly, avoiding the risk of conflict with Snape again. As much as it's fun to push his buttons, you did not have the energy this morning.

"Good observation." Snape said blankly, stalking towards you slowly. You felt your heart pick up in speed as another rush of anxiety ran through you.

"I appreciate the fact that you need them for your lessons, but I'd also appreciate the fact if you'd at least tell me." You said politely, desperate to keep the conversation calm and somewhat civil, watching nervously as he walked closer to you. You forgot how intimidating he could be when you weren't fueled by adrenaline and rage.

Snape cocked a brow at you, his eyes narrowing a tad as he studied your face. Your eyes were partially widened, lips parted to some degree. It was a very drastic change from the angry one he'd witnessed in the hallway.

"Would you like me to leave you a poem, and a cookie, too?" Snape teased you with a haughty look, purposefully provoking you. A quiet sigh slipped your lips as you rolled your eyes. That familiar mixture of irritation and lust rushed through your body.

"And here I thought we could have a civil conversation." You said bitterly, looking up into his dark, almost black eyes. Your cheeks burned hotter as you stared up at him. Snape was silent for a moment as he watched you. There was that rage again, bubbling inside you.

"How foolish of you." He simply said, that common amused smirk tugging at his lips. You felt your fists ball again, your nails digging painfully into your palms. This was a mistake for sure, you were in such a good mood today, and one visit to Snape had unravelled that. Gods, he was such an ass.

"Clearly." You bit back, venom sizzling in your voice. Snape's brow quirked at your tone, his eyes flicking between yours, as if trying to read your thoughts.

"If you have come to lecture me on my habits, Professor L/N, then you have come in vain." Snape said, looking down at you, observing your restless movements.

"Why? Too far up your own ass to accommodate other people's wishes?" You challenged him, though, you slightly regretted your choice of words almost immediately. Sometimes, you wondered how this man made you lose your temper and the leash on your tongue so easily.

"You are way out of your depth here, L/N." Snape warned you, his voice darkening.

Yeah, you were fully aware of that. Though, being the stubborn person you were, you refused to back down from Snape. This also seemed to be becoming a habit.

"Perhaps," you noted, quirking your lip, "or am I just making a good observation?" The rush of adrenaline pumped through you again, prompting your brave and daring words. You did not want to make an enemy out of Snape, but his rude and unnecessary comments were starting to grate against your patience. A beat of silence passed over the two of you before he spoke again.

"Will that be all, Professor L/N?" Snape glared at you, his patience wearing thin with you. The wizard's voice was harsh, almost biting. Maybe you really did piss him off this time. As much as you wanted to continue throwing insults at him to satisfy your own selfish needs, you should really take this moment to leave. Avoid making things worse, no?

"In truth, no," You shook your head at him, prompting a roll of his eyes. You clenched your jaw at his reaction. "I'd like it if you did actually leave a note or something along those lines to let me know what you've taken and used." You said calmly, trying to avoid another bout of conflict with Snape. The two of you seemed to butt heads constantly, probably due to your rather obvious differences.

"Yes, yes. I'll be sure to do that the next time I require your herbs or plants." Snape replied curtly, seemingly a little tired of this conversation.

Your face quickly twisted into a contortion of shock and confusion.

"…Okay… thank you?" You stumbled, frowning suspiciously at him. So, he just accepts your demand? Like that? Is this what it's like to be treated as an equal? Whatever you could get, you were going to take it. Just bite the bullet and leave, you thought. This was it.

Or was this some sort of mind-fuck?

"Do not thank me." Snape scoffed, his hands still clasped behind his back menacingly. Ah, no, there it was, you thought. 'Thank you' did not exist in his vocabulary either, then?

"So close, yet so far." You muttered amusedly, tilting your head at Snape curiously. You waited for another glare from him for being a smart-arse, but instead, Snape's lips quirked up into a smirk - an amused one at that.

It was a weird interaction. But with Snape, things were going to be weird; he wasn't a normal person. You'd be beating a dead horse if you wanted him to act like an average human being.

In secret, over the past few encounters with you, he'd grown respect to you - albeit a little - but it was enough. Satisfactory. In regards to the tongue-in-cheek, bordering offensive comments that fell from his lips, he only tended to push your buttons because you made it so easy for him, he found it rather entertaining to get under your skin and irritate you. In fact, it was highly amusing to him. For all his time at Hogwarts, it was refreshing to have someone that could keep up with his remarks and keep him on his toes, however annoying you may become. Although, he would never admit that to you… unless poisoned with Veritaserum.

"I have some grading to do." Snape announced, breaking the silence and your train of thought, continuing to stare down at you, inferring that he was indeed leaving now. You swallowed, nodding. The air surrounding you two was… weird, you couldn't put your finger on it. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it also wasn't comfortable.

"Likewise, Snape."

"Severus," he corrected you, narrowing his eyes, "you may call me Severus. We are, after all… colleagues now." Severus said, hesitating like he was almost inclined to say equals. You felt your heart leap into your mouth at the correction and you blinked quickly, a little taken aback at how he had suddenly changed. It was like you'd finally broken through his first defences and possibly earned some sort of respect. Perhaps he was testing you those past times, seeing how far you'd go, seeing if you'd break down and leave Hogwarts because of his relentless and cruel remarks. Nonetheless, you persevered through it and came out on top, despite the probable heightened blood pressure caused by the frustration and stress he gave you.

Still speechless from what he'd said, you stared up at him with big, wide eyes. "I suppose you may call me Y/N." You said quietly, your cheeks beginning to tint pink again from the intense gaze the two of you were holding. There it is, you inwardly groaned as your body betrayed you in front of Severus once again. At this point, there was more chance of you becoming the Minister of Magic than hiding your feelings. It was only going to get worse, you thought helplessly.

Severus tilted his head at you for a moment, observing you before swiftly turning around with a dramatic twirl of his cloak and floating into his office, the door shutting behind him with a heavy thud.

What a start to the year this has been…

ok so there's part 3, i'm not quite sure if i like how it ended, but i'll keep it for now. i do like the part where they exchange first names, sort of like the first bit of them tolerating each other B)

-> next on the agenda, the dueling club scene because that is just too good not to include omg. might change it up a bit tho.. we shall see!

this was lowkey an unintentional enemies to lovers fic i wont lie lmfao

once again thank you for reading, if you enjoyed it please let me know!! 🩷

part 4

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[sadseungmin]

hihi how r u?? :D just got my nails done today and just imagining scratching skz’s back and leaving it full of red marks..

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hi, 🎧 ~

i hope you've been doing well! i've been sleepy as of late, but inspired! i definitely need to get my nails done by the way...actually, i need a general spa day.

anyways, you got me thinking about how the psychotic!maknae line would feel about having scratch marks down their back from sex. જ⁀➴

♡ leaving scratch marks down the backs of psychotic maknae-line ♡

psychotic maknae-line x reader | gender neutral | nsfw (MDNI)

⚠︎ Psychotic!Han Jisung ⚠︎

Jisung's psychotic behavior is fueled by unpredictability and a desire for intense experiences. He thrives on the thrill of the moment and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. He would welcome his lover to leave scratch marks down his back, seeing it as a manifestation of the chaotic and passionate energy he craves. The stinging sensation of the marks as your nails tear open his skin serve as a reminder of the wild and unrestrained passion you two share. He would revel in the feeling—a perfect blend of pain and pleasure—and find it exhilarating, addictive, and raw.

"It hurts so fucking good, babydoll. Daddy loves it when you mark him up like this. Everyone at the gym is gonna know I'm just as much your property as you are mine."

⚠︎ Psychotic!Lee Felix ⚠︎

Felix relishes in the contrast between his innocent appearance and his darker, psychotic actions. His angelic exterior successfully hides his devilish and unhinged, inner tendencies and desires. Long, red scratch marks down his back would be a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain, feeding his duality. Felix would savor the sensation and the physical proof of your intense love for him, finding it both arousing and deeply satisfying. For him, the marks are a badge of honor—the deeper, the better. He takes pride of them so much so, that the screensavers of all his gaming pcs are the long, bright crimson lines you've etched down his lean back.

"God, I'm so obsessed with your nails! I think they're sharp enough to carve your name into my back—your initials, at least. Hmm, I have an idea, angel. I've been thinking about changing the screensaver of my phone's home screen."

⚠︎ Psychotic!Kim Seungmin ⚠︎

Seungmin's practiced calm and composed exterior hides the psychotic edge that craves moments of intense passion. Scratching marks into his smooth skin would be a thrilling departure from his usual cool, controlled demeanor—a dive into the chaos and pain he inwardly craves. While he may not actively encourage for you to scratch his skin raw while he's inches deep inside you, he would appreciate the animalistic and primal connection the action represents. The burning sensation of the scratches would excite him, breaking through his practiced façade and appealing to the hidden side of him that craves bloodlust and intense passion. Even though this is not his usual preference—he much prefers causing you pain and marking your pretty skin—it would be a thrilling, arousing experience nonetheless.

"Mmm, naughty puppy, you're making me bleed. Am I going to have to tie up your hands and file down those pretty claws of yours?"

⚠︎ Psychotic!Yang Jeongin ⚠︎

Jeongin is psychotic, sure, but he's still figuring out his darker urges. His youthful appearance belies a sicker, more adventurous side he's still exploring. Scratch marks would be intriguing and an exciting new experience for him. While he might approach the action with curiosity rather than active desire, he'd find the markings and the sensation—the sharp drag of your nails, the stinging as his skin opens, and the tickle from the fresh scars weeping down his back—fascinating. Jeongin is still figuring out his own twisted, perverted preferences, but he would appreciate this bold expression of your desire for him. It appeals to his psychotic, inquisitive side and he would appreciate the intensity and novelty of it all.

"Your nails look even prettier when they're caked with my blood. Do you like hurting me, baby? Or do I make you feel so good, you can't help but want to tear me apart?"

[simpjaes]

can I get some hyung line rimming…giving/receiving, I’ll take whatever u give me🫶🫠

the time has...cum

warning: fingers are put inside the hole sometimes too, mentions of anal penetration via cock. some members give, some receive >:D

note: omg look!!!! *points so you look somewhere else as I run very terribly out of the room and trip over my feet*

Heeseung: receiving & giving

based on my notes, if this man happened to run across a video accidentally of a man getting his ass ate........and if he accidentally paid very close attention to how much said porn man enjoyed it, he probably wouldn't be quiet for long about it. Not only does he want to see what all the fuss is about after the next accidental 38 videos he stumbled across, but he would also be interested to see if you would enjoy it too.

Given, Heeseung has never eaten ass nor had the hole eaten himself but the idea doesn't scare him in the slightest. After all, he prefers to have his face sat on, thighs blocking his ability to think or breathe. It was really just....natural for him to suggest it to you over a tuesday afternoon lunch at your local grocery store.

"Hey, I've been thinking," He starts, eyeing over shelves of misted red tomatoes and only avoiding eye contact because he knows the way you're gonna look at him will probably drive him up a fucking wall. He loves when you quirk a brow, smirk, and curiously inspect him. "Have you ever considered like, you know, rimming?"

You don't even pause, knowing well enough that when your boyfriend has a thought, he's gonna share it with you. How long he's been thinking of it is beyond you, but still.

"Hm?" You want him to repeat it as you feel the firmness of the tomatoes and choose to move forward down the line of vegetables. "Why?"

"Well--" He pauses, tucking his hands into both pockets and balancing on his heels before leaning forward again. "It looked...nice."

"You want me to eat you out?" You ask, glancing to him and noting how warm and cozy he looks in that huge sweater.

"I'd return the favor, you know?" He chuckles when he says it, pretending that a woman didn't just stroll by with four kids in tow, knowing that if he isn't careful that might end up being you someday.

"Yeah?" You pause, suddenly excited with the idea as all of those tiny little fantasies of wanting to pleasure him in ways that doesn't involve having his cock bumping the back of your throat or fucking up against your ovaries. "You'd let me?"

You'd argue that the way he nods seems a bit too excited, but it's Heeseung, and he's always excited to try something new, even more excited to return the favor.

~

Having your boyfriend face down ass up is....something. You didn't quite expect it to turn you on as much as it does. With him pressing back against your face, hands reaching behind his back to search for a grip against your head just to try and bury your tongue deeper into him.

You can't help but moan with him. Each sound muffled against the pillows drives you further, each stutter of his body when you lick in a way that's particular good to him.... it's flooring. He's such a pleaser, but you really never noticed how much he needed to be pleased sometimes too, and god is this the best way you could imagine. He's clean, hole warm and pulsing around your tongue in the most inviting way.

Part of you wonders if this is how he feels when he's moving his tongue between your lips and fluttering against your hole. It's almost mathematical in the way you're thinking, eating him out in the same way you love to have done to yourself, and then....oh, and then.

"More," he hiccups out with a deep breath, smothered by the pillows that are keeping him grounded. "deeper."

You chuckle against him, feeling him pulse at the thoughts he's having, feeling his press back again, and again, and again until you grant him a single digit right up against your warm tongue.

He shivers so prettily, skin showing you without his intent that he loves it, that he loved that, the feeling of the tip of your finger entering into him alongside your tongue.

Honestly, giving to a giver is the best course of action most of the time but this. God, seeing him like this, warmed up and nearly melting against the bed at your will... it's somehow different than other times. When you're on top of him, or even when he's on top of you, you're always the one with control. You control him, but this time....you really control him.

You can tell by his incoherent babbling, you can tell with the way he rides against your single finger the same way you do to him.

And when he does eventually release, cock untouched and sandwiched between his belly and your plush blankets, you watch the lights leave his eyes when he sits up. He's gone. His pupils very nearly resemble the shapes of a heart when he looks at you drowsily, unaware of the dribble of spit running down his chin at his intense orgasm.

You don't know how he does it, flipping you over and offering you that same pleasure, but fuck he always knows what you want by body language alone, and he always manages to give you that and more.

Sunghoon: giving

You thought he was shy. you thought he was a guy you could bring home to momma and she would see him glowing in innocence.

Well, that was absolutely not the case upon finally admitting your feelings to him over a drunken facetime call. That was last week, and by now he's asked for a minimum of fifteen photos of your naked body, wet or not, in public or not, solely for his own satisfaction.

Safe to say, the Sunghoon you once liked is now six feet under and this new, cocky version of him has taken over. And you know what? You'd be fucking stupid to complain, because the way he beckons you at the slightest twitch of his own length tells you that he wants you too.

You would've been too shy to tell him back in the day how often you thought of him holding your legs, spreading them wide, and taking you as he pleases. You knew that Sunghoon would never. That Sunghoon would have wanted missionary with the lights off and socks on.

This Sunghoon is.......better. Why? Because the whiplash he gave you was wet.

You could imagine, shy little Sunghoon, complimenting how that dress looked on you, then going home to fuck his fist with thoughts of ripping it off of you. Saying he liked how you worse you hair that one day, but the image in his head definitely was him guiding you by that hair to hold you down, wanting to feel your throat restrict around him.

So yeah, maybe, the feelings got stronger. And yeah, maybe you send him pics every time he asks, and YES, you absolutely give in when he's finally got you under him for the first time, licking you like he'll never taste anything again.

You can feel his hands gripping your legs, his tongue seeped into you to the point that the slick between your legs is nothing but hot arousal. Surely it's all he can taste, and he loves it. It drives him, and it drives him, and fucking drives him.

You're melting and he knows it by the sounds that bubble up and out of those pretty lips alone.

"Mhm?" He mumbles against you, tongue flicking and playing against your lips.

You nod aggressively, running your fingers through his hair and trying your very best not to ride up against his face. You're sure he wouldn't mind but good lord, it's your first time with him and you refuse to look desperate.

For him, though, that's no fun. Your shaking legs are enough for now, but when he flicks his gaze up, seeing your chest heaving in that held breath you're refusing to release....

He moves lower,

lower,

lower.

You yelp at the feeling of a hot and wet muscle prodding against an area that you've never let anyone explore.

He hums at the way your legs shoot around his head, the way your fingers grip his hair to try and pull him up. No, no, no. That sound you made was a sound of pleasure, your embarrassment won't stop him from enjoying every part of you.

"Sunghoon," You warn in a moan, still trying to wiggle away from his grasp.

He tightens that grasp though, prodding his tongue against you once again before pulling back not even a full inch to speak.

"Relax, you'll love this."

Somehow, his words hit you harder than his tongue did when it first flicked your clit. Every word seeming like a spell in your head that you...agree with entirely.

He feels your body relax, granting him the ability to skew his head, to place one hand at your thigh to spread your legs, and the other to part your ass cheeks so he can look at the tightest hole you have to offer to him.

"So pretty," He mumbles before licking over your hole and pulling back after feeling the initial pulse. "Your body wants it as bad as I do, I think."

You scoff out a displeased moan, and he loves it. Hums into it even, prodding his tongue immediately into you to feel just how tight it really is.

Your legs tremble at the feeling, at the image of him between your legs, and most of all, at the fact that Sunghoon wants you in general.

You melt again, feeling him explore and love every second of it. Your mind is blank, but your voice still rings for him in a way that only encourages his arousal to take hold. All the way until his length is practically begging him to stretch you open and show you what it's really like to have your holes played with by him.

Jake: receiving 100% and receiving

Oh god, oh fuck. He didn't even bring it up to you, and yet you still have him gripping onto these sheets for fucking mercy with the way you fuck your tongue into him.

He's so in love with you. It's always been something he's wanted you to try on him, and while he did hint the past three times he did it for you, he didn't expect you to jump into it like this.

He can't think, he can't breathe. Every muscle in his body is tensed up to focus on the spot where your tongue smooths over his twitching and needy asshole. He could die.

"Babe, you--" He groans, rutting forward to try and escape the embarrassing amount of overstimulation his cock feels for just simply existing. "You don't have to keep--"

You ignore him, gripping his ass and spreading his cheeks so that you can tilt your head just to lick into him at a different angle. You're sure that'll shut him up.

Except, it doesn't.

His body lifts, and you follow, paying close attention to the way he positions himself on all fours knowing you'd follow.

The sound of his fist hitting the base of his cock is melodic. He must be leaking pathetically if this alone was enough to have him whining the same way he did when you overstimulated him at this year's Halloween party. Poor guy came all in his pants, trying to keep a straight face and everything.

Now though? He's not keeping a straight face. And thank fuck for that mirror that lets you see him when you lift for a breath.

He's feeling euphoria, all because you're playing with his tight little asshole, and you really can't help but wonder just how far he'd let you take this.

"Jake," You pull back in a breath, noting how his hand only goes faster against his cock to compensate for the loss of sensation against his hole. "Is my tongue enough?"

He freezes, he pulses at your words.

You chuckle softly, smoothing over his hips with your palms as you wait for him to answer.

"No." He whines, uncaring of how pathetic and broken he sounds already.

"Mm, You could have mentioned this you know," You smile, already gearing up to slide your fingers closer to his point of focus. "We could've bought toys for this or something."

He groans in response, a tint of blood flushing across his cheeks and ears, you can feel the wave of warmth running through him almost, it's radiating.

"You know better than anyone that I'd do anything to have you acting like this." You smile, slowly slipping not one, but two fingers into him. And only because you know it's what he would want. He likes the slight amounts of pain, and this will surely have him floating.

And god, does it.

Toys. They are officially needed to satiate not only your needs, but his now too.

Jay: giving, would receive but like only if you're like madly in love with him and he's satisfied with the amount of you he's tasted. bc let's be real, he wants to consume u whole.

It was...something. Your boyfriend consistently and constantly wanting his hands in your pants. His lips against your skin, his tongue out and pleasuring you at any given second.

Only because, well, his pleasure for you is so well received. If you didn't moan the way you do when he touches you, he would think it could be game over. He tries so hard, he wants you to feel good so badly, that like, of course when your moans fade into inaudible breaths, he panics. He's a little...pissed, actually.

So much that he'd do just about anything to have you believing only he is good at navigating your body. So much that, yeah, maybe he would take control for a split second to pull his cock out, bend you further over this counter, and fall to his knees.

Which, well, he does.

You don't even realize what's happened before you try and turn your head to look behind you.

There, a mess of hair wildly moving against you, and the feeling of his tongue desperately searching for a pleasure you've yet to feel from him, or anyone else for that matter.

Your knees fall together, and he smiles to himself as he tries his best to get you to moan for him again.

"Jay..." You trail off in a half-panicked voice. "Hold on."

He does not. He would never. Instead, he sinks his tongue into you, moving a hand forward and instantly plunging two fingers into your emptied and neglected pussy.

He can feel it yearn for him, but what he needs is for that mouth of yours to say it.

"Jay!"

You feel his laugh against you while his fingers slide at an awkward angle inside of you. Both pleasurable, but you don't feel full like you did minutes before.

Little do you know, he wants you to take, take, take. He wants you to be desperate for it, he wants you to be vocal.

He's getting exactly what he wants. That whiny little voice, unsure of if you want him to keep doing this, or stand back to his feet and render you entirely speechless again.

You're reeling, of course. This is....new. This is....good.

"Say my name again," He comments against you, holding his fingers inside of you and simultaneously running his tongue gentle along your puckered, clenched asshole. "It feels so good when you say it."

God, his friends would laugh at him, knowing that he could get off entirely on your voice alone. He doesn't care right now, being pathetic and in control is something that he enjoys just as much as he likes getting off.

You do as he asks, because of course you do. Feeling the new sensations paired with the gentle fullness? God, you could turn around right now and take him for all he's worth.

The reason why you're not? Because you know it's what he wants, and sometimes seeing that sexy shit eating grin on his face makes you want to scream.

And you know he likes that. The only way to make moments like this last is to........not give in.

[roseboysstuff]

idk how to do requests its my first time doing this but could you do Shiro from voltron legendary defender x ftm reader?

Spoilers if ya havent watched it!!

Ok so like yk where that one episode Shiro disappeared and came back after a year and he just immediately went to reader and just fucks him.... soft dom Shiro brainrot... can be a mix of fluff and smut also u can do this req anytime u want no pressure (i have bad memory so i'll eventually forget this LMAO and i lovelovelove how u write i THRIVE with it)

You don't have to worry about spoiling the series to me, I've watched it all over and over Little note about the show : I actually enjoyed it all, even season 8. The only think I don't like is allura x lance, and that Lotor was a bad guy. Allura and lotor should have got together, and lance and keith should have got together. I would also accept keith and shiro.

And thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you like how I write honestly most of it is word vomit so I'm glad others like it too

He had been through hell. Being kidnapped by the Galra had made him mentally exhausted. But most of all. He had missed you.

You. You were his everything. The thought of you had gotten him through his imprisonment. He had almost given in plenty of times. But the memory of your smile, the way you would say his name, and the idea of one day seeing you again, it all kept him going.

And when he managed to escape? All he could think about was you. The ride back to earth in that escape pod was harsh, and he was drifting in and out of consciousness. But he could have sworn he whispered your name throughout the whole trip.

When Keith and the gang rescued him, he begged them to take him back to you. Which they happily obliged.

The reunion was tearful, and he whispered your name over and over like a prayer, holding you tightly until you were just both crying on the floor, embraced.

"I missed you. So much. I'm here, sweetheart, I'm alive. I'm with you."

He kept apologising, and you almost couldn't believe it was real. Takashi Shirogane, your Shiro, was back. You'd been led to believe he was dead. All of the military and all your friends had told you to give up. You'd grieved and cried for months.

And now he was back. You didn't blame him, of course, and so you shut up his apologies with a kiss. You were desperate to feel his lips on yours again, to feel his warmth, to confirm that he was really alive and here with you. He eagerly reciprocated the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled away, about to apologise for the coldness of his new arm, but you just kissed him again.

It was cold, yes, but you didn't care. You wanted your arms around you, no matter what they were made of.

It didn't take long until you were heavily making out, drinking in the taste of each other. He held the back of your head with one hand, with the other sliding down to grasp at your hip. He was unwilling to let go. Neither were you.

He barely managed to pull away enough to pick you up and carry you to the bed, pulling you onto his lap. And it was straight back to kissing again, tearing off each other's clothes, lost in a hazy fog of need, want, love and lust.

There was no need for more foreplay than this. You were completely soaked, and he was hard as a rock. You were ready. Ready to feel his big cock stretching you out. Which it did.

Before he was kidnapped, you were a little more accomodating, considering you were used to taking his cock. But this time, as you sank down, you could feel every vein on his cock, as it stretched you out for the first time in nearly a year.

"Gods... you're so tight, baby boy. Am i hurting you? If I am, we can stop and-"

Well you were having none of that. You sank yourself fully down on his cock, causing you to whimper and him to throw his head back in pleasure, a chesty moan leaving his throat.

"Oh, wow. You're just as voracious as I remember. That's my good little prince, bounce on my cock. Please, baby boy."

How could you refuse such a humble request? Your hips instantly got moving, bouncing and grinding and gyrating. No particular rhythmn, just the desperate need to be together as one. And it was heaven. For both of you.

He was seeing the person who had gotten him through the worst times of his life, bouncing and moaning on his cock. Seeing your hair bounce, your eyes shut, and your mouth wide in a silent O shape. It only fueled his lust, and he started to thrust back.

The rhythmn of your bodies meeting only got less steady as you both got close, and you found yourself clutching onto him for dear life. He was doing the same. Your bodies were impossibly close, not even an atom of space between you, as you both climaxed, crying out the other's name. His hot seed filled your cunt up, and your cunt in turn clenched and milked his cock. it was ecstacy.

As you came down from your orgasms, neither of you let go. How could you? You had both spent the past year begging the universe to give you one more chance, you weren't going to let go.

He kissed your neck and face, a big grin on his face.

"I missed you, missed this. Oh, baby boy, you have no idea."

[py-dreamer]

So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

[mrs-monaghan]

Sometimes i think about the song "hate everything" recommended by jk when jm was hospitalized that day....

If they both didn't ended up enlisting together I don't know how to collect jk anymore...that man will really miss his jiminie hyung... can't even imagine him in that phase

I remember his face when jin left....

I don't know much about enlightenment....all I know is their love is true and pure. God didn't betrayed that love and support 😭

Whatever might be their relationship....their bond are golden and strong...they are the closest anyone who denies can cry ugly that's all

Jikook really said WE DON'T CARE!!

I think it's a great idea and more people should be enlightened. I am actually seeing more and more vermin see the light. As they should. Believe it or not apparently they knew about the buddy system before hand, if u can believe that. Apparently, for a long time they had been hoping V and JK would enlist together using this system so I imagine it must have been a huge shock to their brain when JK ended up doing it with Jimin instead.

So I've seen a few jump ship here and there. I hope more follow because otherwise it's about to be a miserable 17 months ahead for them and u gotta be a hell of a masochist to want that for yourself.

Anon, yes. Jimin and JK really said "we don't give a shit" They prioritised themselves as they fucking should and I couldn't be happier for them.

[ghostlypainterslimeclod]

Mike Schmidt x Male reader

1/2

Mike is such a little meow meow boy and as such I've declared him a bottom (my opinion means nothing) my first actual fic

Mild NSFW

It's late around 6 pm, your lazeing on your couch in nothing but your boxers and sweater, when you hear a knock on your door, reluctantly you get out of your comfortable spot in front of your TV to get it. Peaking through your peep hole you see your perpetually tired and pretty neighbor, Mike and suddenly you feel like maybe you should have made the extra stop to put on pants. But you're here now so you open the door, "Hello," you say nervously hiding half way behind your door hoping he doesn't notice the Minecraft boxers wrapped around your waist " what brings you over?" He looks anxious now that you've opened the door a little drop of sweat forming on his brow , "um I'm sorry to intrude and all but um..." He shifted nervously from foot to foot then said "Can you watch my little sister I have to go to work and my usual sitter is M.I.A." You think for a second then ask "What do I get out of it?" You knew he was struggling so you didn't expect money you just wanted to make the brown eyed boy squirm. "Anything." He half sighed "Anything?" You repeat questioningly "Anything" he said looking at you with his big brown eyes, how could anyone say no to him with eyes like that you thought before stating "ok I'm holding you to that."

You quickly go back inside and put on a pair of sweatpants and shut down your house before following him across the street to his place it was a carbon copy of your house just a few things were different. He leads you inside where he tells you what your responsibilities and such are like his sister's name is Abby and she spends most her time drawing and that she already ate dinner so u just gotta make sure the house doesn't burn down while he's gone, well that's what you got between checking him out and his anxious chatter. Then after that little speech he says bye to his sister to her protest as she doesn't want to be separated from her big brother, then once he separates from her he says a polite "bye" and heads out the door. Which leaves you alone with a kid you only met once before when you first moved in. Honestly you had no idea why he trusted you to watch his sister but you got to know the pretty neighbor boy better so that's a plus.

You slowly make your way to Abby's room knocking lightly, "hey can I come in?" You ask and the door is opened by the small girl. "So you're who's watching me now?" She asked unimpressed. You just nod, man kids are rude then what she said next gave you a bit of a shock, " I don't get why he talks about you so much, anyway do you like drawing," you chuckle lightly "of course, I love drawing." So you drew with the kid until she fell asleep at her desk. She is a cute kid you thought to yourself as you tucked her into bed. You then went and sat on his couch and fell asleep watching his TV.

You feel the couch dip as someone sits on it waking you, you look over to see mike then look at the clock its 10 am and you groggily say "sorry for falling asleep for so long." He looked over and apparently he didn't notice you woke up. "Sorry for waking you." He said in a whispered voice, God his voice is really nice. " So I've been thinking about what you can do to pay me." You say slyly. "Yeah," he said curiously "what?" You smirk " I'd except payment with a kiss." He instantly flushed and looked away a little bit of sweat beginning to form. You quickly say "it was just an idea you don't have to." You beginning to believe you read him wrong only for him to say "no it's ok," he turned to look at you "I was just caught off guard." He then grabbed your face giving you a small peck. Your hands going to rest on his hips as you kiss him, this one lasting longer. The kisses got more heated with each one before he pulled back, a little gasp coming from between his chapped lips. "Oh god." He groaned quietly, you gently pulled him onto your lap giving he plenty of time to pull away if he wished. His hands now rest on your shoulders, as you slowly kiss his neck his stubble scratching your face. He let out little whimpers and whines his hands going to pull on your hair. Then he jolted a little and began peeling himself away from your grasp. "hmmm..?" U look up at his questioningly "um I think um maybe we should stop, I'm really tired, and I gotta take care of Abby when she gets back." He looked nervous. it was cute his face was flushed, a tent in his worn blue jeans, and his brown eyes almost totally eclipsed by his pupils. Thought he did look like he was about to fall asleep on his feet "yeah you should get some rest." You stood up a tent in your pants as well. "Can u watch Abby again tonight?" he asked nervously "she seems to really like you." You smirk at him "you don't have to pretend you don't just want to see me again, and of course I'll come back if that's my payment." You give him one more kiss he whines into and then you go back to your place the house seems so empty compared to his. The warm lights seeming cold and the rooms look bare, but that's how it always is.

[aphroditesmoon]

sea, swallow me (part II)

jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader

part 3

summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?

warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified(adopted!reader), cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.

a/n: if u can't swim irl its okay, me neither, thats why we have fanfics, to pretend we can.

taglist: @marytargaryen , @cdragons , @libdarkheart , @bellstwd , @dianxiaxiexie

♧♣︎♧

They'd all call you a liar and a child if you'd tell them that from where you're standing right now, inside of your father's study with Rhaena, you could hear the ocean waves vividly. You could feel them splash onto the sand as clear as it sounds in your ears.

But unfortunately, the enchanting sounds of the sea had been cut short once your father started to speak. "No." A short but loud enough answer to send shivers on your skin. "It doesn't have to be long, she could sail back here after a moon-"

"You wish her to leave for a whole moon?" He asks in a storm of a voice, silencing Rhaena. "I've kept her here for her own protection. You have no idea how much we've already compromised with the feast-"

"Then why have it at all?" The younger girl snaps, out of anyone's expectation. "Why go all the way for the damn feast just to lock her up again? Do you ever intended to ever let her see outside of Driftmark?" She challeges him boldly. He is quiet.

"And what of marriage? She is two and twenty. Will you ever wed her to anyone?"

You turn your face down, avoiding looks from either of them. "Never." You hear him whisper, too low for Rhaena's ears. "You don't understand anything, you are a child. "

"I am no child, and you shall not treat me as one! What will happen once you die? Who will she have then?" Corlys slaps his hand loudly againts the desk as he gets up. "That is enough, I'll have you here no more, go pack your things like you should. My answer is final." Rhaena opens her mouth to defy him again but pauses when she feels you pulling her by her arm. You gently lead her out the room and pressed a kiss by her temple before shutting the doors close.

You walk towards Corlys the same time you hear Rhaena walks away from the chamber. Your father eyes your movements, as if scared you'd jump him. "You think me cruel." He says matter of factly. You shook your head once you're in front of him. "I think you're irrational." The man sighs loudly at the sound of your voice and slumps himself on the chair.

"I can take care of myself." He raises a brow at you. "I don't doubt it. But these men, they- what if they started asking the wrong questions? What will you say then?"

You squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. "I'll say nothing. And I'll walk away."

"That's not good enough." The wind was howling so strongly that the curtains was flowing inside from the window. "It's good enough to me! Rhaena is right, I am trapped here, I have nothing, no purpose, no one who needs me." He nears you with a sadness in his gaze. "I need you." "No you don't." You roll your eyes. "In 5 days you'll leave to sail for god knows how many moons, and I'll be left alone again- and don't say I have Rhaenys, I do not."

Your father turns quiet again before turning his back from you. "I love you, and I know more than you do of this world. Leave and never ask me of this again."

You were stunned by his conclusion. A bitter laugh spills from your throat. "You're kidding me?" He says nothing.

"I ask for this one thing. One thing, and you can't even do this for me." You move towardd the door to leave him until he calls for you again. "Wait-"

You twist your neck to look at him, cheeks wet and eyes angry. "You were gone last night. Rhaena said she couldn't find you. At the same time Baela had trouble searching for Jacaerys-" you sigh loudly. "Are you really asking me what I think you are?" Your voice was hostile and mean. "I do not wish to make assumptions-"

"Then don't. I was in my chambers, I wasn't feeling well. And as for the prince, how would I know?" That seemed a good enough answer to satisfy Corlys as he asked nothing more before you slammed his door.

A cage was what these beautiful walls are to you. Once upon a time you had thought it enough. Now, you wanted more.

♧♣︎♧ what happened that night

The night of the feast was better than the eve of it. You weren't lying when you said that you've left to your chambers. You did for a good few minutes. Before you snatched your coat and slipped through the window.

Your feet was fast and strong, a swimmer's feet, Laenor once joked. A sharp pain attacked your chest. How peaceful the night sea was when everyone is inside. You could still hear the distant music and laughing crowds. It was beautiful.

The moon felt like a mirror as you stepped one foot at a time inside the water, walking towards the giant reflective shape. You slipped the coat over yourself, and then ducked into the water, swimming further and further before sinking down.

Jacaerys was slow. His hands were quicker, a knight's strength. His father once told him. He's not sure if it's true anymore.

He had hid behind the walls of the corridor that led to your room, waiting for you to leave. When he heard no sounds, he moved toward the stone railing that gives him direct view to the ocean. He sees something huddled on the sand, something that looked like your dress. So he doesn't think twice like he usually does and makes a quick escape down to the sea.

Once he's finally down to the sands, he jogs towards what he then confirmed are your clothes.

"My lady?" He calls out to nothing. There wasn't any sight of you anywhere. If you were swimming, how far could you have gone? "A pretty bad time to swim." He mutters to himself.

Picking up your dress, he puffes it and shook the sands out before swinging it over his shoulder. I'll wait. He tells himself. No one can swim underwater for that long.

So he does. Sitting down on the sand, he lets his eyes do the roaming, trying to spot you in the clear empty sea. Little waves were all there were for a while. Until soon a minute and two passes, and even the waves are dying down, he starts to worry.

Did you drown yourself? On purpose? Is that why this whole feast was held for? A last goodbye party before you killed yourself? He jumps up and throws your your dress off before taking his thickly sown clothes along.

Jacaerys is running into the water now, he's moving as fast as he can, searching through his left and right for any signs of you. The water was reaching his waist now, he takes a deep breath and dives in. He swims slowly, eyes wide open as he searches all around him. Once his lungs feels as though they've caught fire, he gives in and rises back up, coughing out water.

"My lady?" He yells slightly, still coughing. "My lady?" He tries again louder, walking further into the sea.

His heart was beating so fast he was sure it'd jump out. She's dead at the bottom of the ocean. Because you're too late.

His fingers were clenching at his side, shaking whilst also feeling the urge to punch someone. Once his breath has recovered themselves, he stares straight at the moon, and calls out for you again.

"My lady-" "Why are you yelling?" A voice beside him shouts.

Jacaerys jolts and turns to his left, taking in the view of your head above the water on his further left. "My lady." He gasps out, a relieved sigh leaving him.You watches as his body relaxes and he starts to walk towards you.

"What are you doing? Its half past midnight." He scolds you like a child, the strangeness between you both makes it feel worse, earning him a frown from you. "What's it to you?" You snapped, backing away from him when he's close. Jacaerys almost backs away when he remembers you were naked, but halts when he sees the white material covering you. "What- did you bring a coat? To swim?" Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to defend yourself but nothing came.

"It helps me swim." You decided finally.

He stares at you as if you're crazy. "Oh my god, I was right. You were trying to kill yourself." Your frown deepens and you raise your hand to slap his bicep before swimming further from him. "Why would I do that, you idiot? And what are you doing here? Following me and making accusations, I should tell my father of your behaviour." You yell louder at him.

He's startled by the confidence in your voice, a few minutes ago, he was certain you were mute, now he's been proven wrong. "You- you can talk." He breathes out, the realization hitting him late. "Why wouldn't you talk earlier?"

You shook off strands of your wet hair off your face. "Because I don't like talking to stupid men." Jacaerys bursts out laughing, againts his better judgement. "And such blatantly rude way of talking too!" He's bewildered by his discovery of you. "You think you're so funny? We'll see who's laughing when my father hears of this."

"I thought you tried to kill yourself! And with that heavy arse coat, you probably were. Have you tire of your life so much or did Dalton Greyjoy's annoying voice made you think the only way it could disappear from your memory is by death?"

He thought he'd done it then. Jacaerys was anything but courteous as the moment, but he had to ask, the whole situation was so amusing and bizarre that he had to. But then he notices your eyes squinting together whilst the frown had disappeared, and your lips were no longer pouting, it was grinning widely.

You were laughing. In fact, he's sure you could've woken up a deadly whale by your laugh. Not for how loud it was, but for how beautiful.

He's never heard anyone laugh like a melody. He understood now the songs he heard written of sirens luring sailors to their ends. For he'd drown there and then if you'd ask him to, with the same voice. You laughed again when you saw how stupidly he was smiling at you.

You're both in the deep waters, half naked with the moon at your feets. And you wondered if anyone had even noticed your disappearence or have wines made it's effect on them. "You're shirtless." You spoke then, after you've calmed down. His cheeks pinked as he puts on an annoyed face. "I- I was going to save you." You laughed again, right on his face as you finally swam closer.

"Alright, you can stop laughing now, we need to get back." You laughed louder, receiving a sigh from the young prince who finally gave up and moved toward the dry sands.

He snatched his clothing fast before putting it back on, squintinng at your floating head as you still stayed in the water. "Come on, get dressed." He tried to tell you as strict as he could sound. "I'm not changing in front of you, squid hands." His head jolts back at the insult. Were you calling him touchy or were you insulting his hands?

"Wha- you know, just- here's the dress, alright? I'll turn around."

He did as he said as you dressed yourself quickly and started walking to the castles without saying anything. The prince chases after you once he notices you've walked off, his footsteps making a mark on the sand. "What, no more talking?" You say nothing and shoved him off until he falls onto the sand when he tries to goad you.

Your face turns to your side as you try to hide your laugh when you hear him rolling off the grounds with a loud oof. "I'll get you for that-" he yells, voice sounding distant as you scrambled to the nearest stairs to your room, away from him.

♧♣︎♧

The first time you've been on a ship, was a few moons after you were claimed as Corlys' bastard. He wanted to see how you'd react to the sea. And his heart skipped when he sees how much you adored it and the ship. It was a sail to Kingslanding, you came with guards on your own, the queen's face was one so blurry, you can't recall how she looked like. But she was kind, despite the stern edge in her voice.

You were locked in a given chamber and had not seen or met anyone else besides the servants. Once time was up, you went back home with your father.

You never told him, or anyone. But being on that ship had brought back nightmares of your mother's death. Sailors were going mad that day. You were only 5, your mother and many other sea creatures had been caught by sailors. And not the usual ones.

Royal sailors.

They were more violent than the usual ones, they threw back many dead sea animals into the sea again. You presumed they weren't deemed good enough for the royalties. Your mother had disappeared for two days, she wasn't caught with the others and was instead snatched during her run from them. A singular harsh net pulled her up, and you saw the large but less noisy ship took her away from you.

When she finally came back, it was in the form of a corpse, and a woman. Her selkie coat was gone, and she had a straight line of a wound in between her chest. Dried up blood stained her along with your unseen tears.

If Corlys had known, he'd be much more insistent in seperatimg you fron the Targaryens, as it was their sigil on the ship.

But you were too young to be sure of what you'd seen, and too confused to point fingers towards anyone.

Evening had come, It was time for Rhaena to leave to Dragonstone with her family. You weren't going to send her off with your father as planned. You refuse to. That'll show him.

Dressed in your nightdress already, you groaned lowly when you heard a knock on the doors of your chambers.

You waited 10 seconds before walking up to answer it, counting with your fingers so you wouldn't seem desperate or too quick to accept your father's apology.

You almost flinch when the door opens to reveal Daemon Targaryen. He looks as confused as you are as he takes in your already sleepy appearance. "Why aren't you dressed to go yet?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Ah." Daemon relaxes and hia knowing smirk returns to his face. "He purposely didn't tell you, that old cow. I've talked to your father, he's allowing you to come."

You continue to stare at him dumbly. Was he trying to kidnap you without your father's knowing. "I speak the truth when I tell you, he said yes. I also speak the truth when I say that the ship is leaving soon and you have barely half an hour to get dressed and packed."

Your eyes widen at the time given and spared him no thanks before you slam the door on his face and rush to your closet.

Was that all it took? A few insults (probably) from the rogue prince to get him to surrender? It didn't matter. You were leaving this box of a life, and you were going to make friends out of these people.

When the sharp memory of Jacaerys' face flashes on your mind. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to forget him. Soon enough after seeing his face on a daily, you'll tire of him. You're sure of it.

[neyslover]

hiii!! could u pls write something where reader is a famous actress and her and ney both have really busy schedules so it forces them to break up, even though theyre still in love, so they spend a lot of time away from eachother trying to move on but they cant and eventually they get back together cus theyre still in looove !!!! i love ur writing btw<3333

ofccc!! thank u for requesting this!! hope u enjoy :))

i don't even remember the last time i had a genuine conversation with ney.

we rarely see each other anymore, with my packed schedule as an actress, and his full schedule as a football star, we don't really have much time to spend together.

we've both not been the best versions of ourselves due to this.

he isn't playing as well as he usually does, and i don't act as well as i normally do.

"i think we should break up." i told him, voice low and shameful.

"me too." he replies, the same amount of shame, maybe even more, present in his voice.

"this has nothing to do with you, y'know." i reassure.

"yea, no, i get it. i think we'll do better if we're not together, at least not now."

he always understood me.

god, i'll miss him so much.

"and if we don't do better? if we're still the same, and it had nothing to do with our relationship?" even though i was the one that brought up the idea, i was having second thoughts.

"well..." he trailed off, "you have my number."

"okay." i stood up, "i'll pick up my stuff tomorrow."

"okay." he walked me to the door.

"i love you." i mumbled, hugging him one last time.

"i love you too." he kissed my cheek.

it's been 9 months since ney and i officially broke up.

i've been with other guys, he's been with other girls, but we always end up thinking of each other and ending whatever we had with the others.

the other day, i went to the supermarket to do some grocery shopping, unfortunately i managed to forget my wallet.

"fuck." i cursed when i realized my wallet wasn't in my purse.

"it's fine, i got it." i could recognize that voice from a mile away.

i turned around and i saw the one and only neymar jr.

"neymar!" i gasped, pulling him into a hug.

i knew i shouldn't, but i couldn't resist.

"it's been so long, princesa!" he kissed my head before giving the lady his card.

"i know, right!" i pulled away, smiling like crazy, "thank you so much for paying- you really shouldn't have."

"nonsense." he helped me bag the groceries, his only item that he purchased was chocolate milk.

"i'll invite you over for coffee, as a thank you." i insisted, "you have to see how well i designed my apartment!"

"i don't see how i could say no to that." he shrugged, pulling out his phone and cancelling his date.

when we got home, he began complimenting my taste in rugs, which was really funny, but greatly appreciated.

as we were drinking the coffee, and catching up, he said, "i never stopped loving you."

"me neither." i shamelessly admitted, "i never wanted to break up with you. you're probably the best thing that ever happened to me. we were both doing so bad mentally, i just wanted you to be yourself and not have me holding you back."

"you weren't holding me back." he said.

"we both know i was." i laughed.

"i was just always worried for you, i didn't wanna risk being injured and have you be worried. i chose to be like that."

"oh..."

"i still love you, y/n." he held my hands in his, "let's give us one more chance. please."

"are you sure?"

"positive."

"okay. i'm down!"

"thank god."

[greenerteacups]

Hi! Just wanted to say the latest chapter is lovely & amazing & sweet & had me smiling the whole time! I absolutely love your characterisation of everyone, especially Draco, so it was so so lovely to return to this world & to his thoughts!! with his best friend and crush at malfoy manor no less! All the yearning is already off to a great start hehe I am so excited for the rest of book 5!

Wanted to ask you how has it been for you to write this new book and volume? Has your writing process changed since when you’d first begun taking on a long form project like this?

& also are there any moments or surprises in this book that you’re especially excited about?

sending so much love & gratitude for you and your incredible works 💓

Thank you so much! This is really encouraging, I so appreciate it.

Inasmuch as I can use this metaphor without having kids myself, I sort of see each of the books as a different child. The first one flew out in basically a few weeks of very intensive writing, and it was a total dream — plot, pacing, symbolism, major beats, all fell into place basically without effort. The character stuff was the hardest, as I've written about before, but even then, the glorious part of writing beginnings is it's the most energy you'll ever have for a project, so the lows were pretty soft lows. Book 2, in contrast, I had to drag kicking and screaming by its ankle from under the bottommost mattress of my brain. It's one of my least favorite books (tone problem; COS has killer plot/setting/ingredients for a YA novel, but it's stuck in the doldrums of Harry Potter's well-documented Early-Installment Weirdness, before Cedric Diggory slams the gas and upshifts the whole series into its correct age bracket). More specifically, once I'd gone through and picked out everything in the book that happened because of Lucius, I didn't have a plot — hey alexa how do you rewrite Chamber of Secrets when We Got No Fucking Chamber Of Secrets — and oh by the way, even if you want to do a moody tone/political setup book, remember that your protagonists are still twelve, so if you go too dark or too intense, you'll risk torpedoing your readers' suspension of disbelief. Good luck, Charlie.

Book 3 felt the most like its own novel, if that makes sense? It's the last truly feel-good book of the series; it's a great stand-alone mystery novel with relatively low stakes. Plus you get a bunch of the big series icons: patronuses, dementors, werewolves, Hogsmeade, the Marauders' Map, and time turners arithmancy. It just felt like a good old-fashioned motherfucking romp of a mystery/adventure story, before any of the complex character work and major stakes of the late books come in.

Book 4 was the most fun I've had writing anything maybe ever. I don't even know what it was. Maybe the tournament arc, honestly? Love me a tournament arc. But in any case, I opened every new chapter feeling a tingle of excitement for what I was gonna get to do. Oh, and the romance started, finally, Jesus God (if it feels like a slow burn reading, just imagine what it felt like writing it, when everything takes ten times as long, and you have to figure out how to word the fucker.)

Book 5, in contrast, has felt much less like that tingle of "here we go!" and more like "oh, man, this is gonna be cool." Because this is the arc of the story that composed the original idea for Lionheart, literally years ago, and to be honest, I didn't think I'd get this far! If you'd asked me "do you know that it's going to take you 500,000 words of backstory before you can start writing that concept you're thinking about, and you're going to do it anyway?" I would have said: "absolutely not, strange mind-reader!" But like... I'm here! Finally! And it's... real now? Like, this isn't just a bunch of clips of scenes in my head anymore! That's rad!

That being said, it's definitely been slower than Book 4, because I kept switching back to my outline document to make sure that certain things were set up properly, and that I hadn't lost any of the plot threads or forgotten a minor beat that was vitally important for the story three chapters later. And I had a minor crisis about three months ago when I ripped out about 8 chapters in the first third of the book — basically everything from September to December — because I'd done a readthrough to check pacing (big mistake! never edit while drafting, that's satan talking) and realized I had a missing storyline. Like, there was a whole layer of the story that was just. Missing. Not there. And the existing text really couldn't fit another thread, so instead of taking weeks to pore through and try to sift out what I could save, I needed to factory reset and start over. And I didn't want to! I vividly remember sitting there with my head in my hands, trying not to weep, because I'd decimated 90,000 words of work in a single edit. But it had to be done. Because the story wasn't going to work. And now (hopefully) it will.

And of course, there's still that sense of excitement and exhilaration from before. Always. But whereas Book 4 felt like a delicious chocolate pudding, Book 5 is a medium-rare steak.

(Book 6, so far, is four shots of espresso and a whiskey chaser. FWIW.)

[healer-pop]

U know what I been thinking abt.....an aphrodisiac fic. I've got it all written out in my head, reader and Sloane are out camping. They are having a good day, set up camp and while gathering wood reader gets poofed in the face by a flower (sporess ooo). Sloane laughs their ass off, and reader is a little peeved getting spores all over themself.

Fast forward, dinner is being cooked and reader starts to feel weird. Hot, high, and really bothered!! They go into the tent to hide, and Sloane knocks on it saying dinners ready. Reader never comes out tho and Sloane goes in to see them sweating, hot and almost sick looking. Sloane tries to tend to them, a wet rag and asking what's wrong are they sick?? The second Sloane touches reader tho...they mewl. Almost a whine that creeps out of the back of their throat. Super sexy sounding. Sloane chooses to ignore it because they think reader is sick... it's just them being sick.. yes obviously.

Maybe Sloane helps them sit up to drink some water and the touch has reader grasping onto their leg HARD. Readers panting like a dog and got them bedroom eyes...

Was toying with the idea of Sloane and reader being best friends everrr with some huge unresolved romantic feelings. This is just the dam that breaks it all open. Obv all consent is given and gotten, and I think it was actually well talked out. Reader reassures Sloane they've wanted this for so long, but if they said no that they could forget it ever happened. I'm crazy insane I'm shaking the bars of my cage.

Googling, “can I sue the anon that wrote the hottest, absolutely most well thought out, mentally damaging fic in my inbox for emotional reparation?”

LIKE HOW DO U DROP THIS AND NOT EXPECT ME TO FROTH AT THE MOUTH???? Anon, I don’t know how you knew that sex pollen fics have always been my favorite but I do blame you for the fact that this kept me up last night!!!! mainly because this is so spot on and also why I don’t really get together fix with Venture, especially with my flowery writing, lengthy ass. That shit would be like 20K before you guys even touched. To me, Sloane is not the one to make a first move. And if you aren’t either, it’s just never gonna happen. Once you’ve actually gotten established, they’re super touchy and able to respect your boundaries, but before? They are wayyyyy too nervous, their biggest one being that they’re just overthinking your interactions with them and they don’t want to mess anything up. Unless you directly say, “I like you and want to date you,” it’s gonna go over their head.

And that would work perfectly for this fic, it would be such a desperate, hot sloppy mess for the both of you: With Sloane, trying to preserve your friendship and not mess this up despite their desire for you, how much this is actually you and how much of this is just the pollen and desperation. And you pleading with them, trying to get across that no, you have wanted this for so damn long and it sucks that it took some stupid horny flower to make you say it, but please, for the love of AURORA, Sloane, TOUCH ME. God I could imagine how red their face would be. They would keep checking in with you to make sure they’re doing it right for you, whether they’re sliding their fingers in your cunt or sucking on your tits!!! You’re almost tempted to go and grab that damn flower and shove it in their face so they can loosen up, but… the way they take care of you, trying every single position to quell your burning arousal…. so loving and tender… it’s honestly what you crave more. They have you on your knees, thrusting back onto their fingers as they encourage you, their beaded bracelets click with every motion, their hand on the small of your back, kneading your ass. On their sleeping bag, legs wrapped around their shoulders, eating you out like you’re as yummy as those s’mores they had earlier, telling you to wet their sleeping bag, they’ll just cuddle naked with you in yours while you put that one out to dry. And yes…. you CAN fall asleep with their strap in you, if it feels good. You can wake up at any time and fuck yourself on it. Sloane will be awake in an instant, helping you roll your hips back, digging into them because god, this has only been a dream. Feeling your flesh in their hands, being able to touch and hold and clench. Might keep a mental track of how many times you’ve cum. You know. For posterity.

And after you’ve been fucked through it? When you wake up with the worst bed head you’ve ever had, covered in sweat and bruises, naked and pressed against Sloane in your sleeping bag? Sloane will kiss your lips shut, guide you back down, and show you the most loving, intimate sex, you’ve ever had. You’ll feel like you have never connected with a partner more than you have right now. Whispers of love from Sloane, complementing how pretty you are, how perfect, how you were made for them, how good you are to them, how they want to see you every day of their life. Completely overwhelming, yet so needed, especially how you were held so helpless to your own lust. They make sure you know that they aren’t leaving. They’ll be here by your side through anything.

[fbfh]

omg u wrote for simp eddie again <333 my life is complete

SO IS EDDIE'S FROM THE MOMENT HE LAID EYES ON YOU. I can't decide which is better, your first time with Eddie after years and years and YEARS of pining and build up or the way he fucks you after you elope (it's somehow better than it was before which you did not realize was an option to want or even possible to achieve). I simply cannot resist the temptation of starting to touch on your first time just a little. I've been putting it off cause I wanna do it right but fuck that I will not stop yapping about Eddie and yall love to hear it so this is not something I plan on only discussing once.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, when this ball of sexual tension and longing finally gets rolling, it fucking ROLLS. Eddie had a hunch that might be the case because he's a manifestation king and is never wrong about anything ever. You however, you had no idea what was coming or how hard and fast and intensely it would hit, not until the Eddie dream. The one where he was holding you and kissing you and being so tender and loving and gentle with you, so emotionally intimate with you that you woke up to heart palpitations and sticky soaked through panties. That alone was enough to send you spiraling, but the very last part of the dream was the worst. You had grabbed Eddie's hand, and you put it between your legs, and you woke up right before you could feel it. And NOTHING got rid of the ache all day. You tried everything you could think of, but you couldn't get your mind off of him, you couldn't make any space in your brain for anything other than Eddie Eddie Eddie. It started off small, touching yourself in the school bathroom and desperately trying to convince yourself that you probably just need to fuck him. You're sure that's it, just a one night stand, and the throbbing pulsating ache between your legs will be gone and you can move on with your life. You lied to yourself for most of the day, and were almost able to believe it. Until lunch. Eddie was feeling particularly feisty that day, and no longer able to restrain himself from the glaring injustice of how the athletes are treated like gods while everyone else gets cast off to the side by the teachers and faculty and society at large, he jumped up onto his usual table for another long speech. Or as long as he can make it before catching another detention. He's facing away from you at first, and good god you cannot keep your eyes off him. He's backlit, and the hazy late autumn light makes his legs look so... good. Have they always looked that good? Has he always had the kind of thighs you'd want squeezing tighter and tighter around your head while you suck him off? And his hands... GOD his hands. They're even better than you remember, so big and veiny and just... masculine. Your thighs squeeze together seemingly on their own as you watch the way his chunky rings glint when his hands move. You can almost feel the way they'd bite into the skin on your thighs, send cool shivers down your spine as the slowly warm up to your skin, shoot little jolts of pleasure when they graze your most intimate spots. You notice his belt buckle last, which is so much worse for your pounding heart and throbbing cunt. Handcuffs. Of course he would have handcuffs... you freeze in place, eyes going wide and throat going dry as a thought crosses your mind.

Could... could there be another meaning behind his nickname? Your mind wanders to dangerous places as you start to fantasize about why they really call him the freak.

[wasyago]

recks au is a big thing, much bigger than we probably can imagine. don't pressure yourself to do more than you can, we're all humans here, after all! :P

im really glad that even tho a lot of time has passed, the au is still alive, im glad to hear more about it, even in simple low-quality (if the wasyago themselves can even produce 'low-quality' anything..) sketches teehee

take care, dude! once again. dont pressure urself, lots of hugs*

this u ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

oh thank you qwqqq this means a lot

genuinely, drawing scar today was like a breath of fresh air, like returning to your home after being away for a long time, that sort of thing. i love recks au so much, and i don't say it enough but im very grateful that you guys love it as well, i don't think recks au would've ever become anything if not thanks for your support

don't know about low-quality hdgbdbs, though i've been scrolling through the recks au folder looking at old stuff and god... things used to be much simpler... but i do want to maybe tell more info through just text and maybe graphs and stuff, to stop forcing myself to try and do everything through comic (since im not drawing any of the comics i just stress about it). i dont know where that idea even came from, looking at how the au started it was all infographics and doodles and text, why did i start pressuring myself i have no idea. i really like the infographics too, i think they play into the whole vibe of the more technological setting. man.

so yeah, not promising anything, but hopefully recks au will appear more often. i still have a lot of old drawings that have never seen the light of day to post, and characters to introduce and rambles to ramble, so who knows what will happen (but hopefully at least something will indeed happen)

now to just figure out how to do it.........

[raineandsky]

Hi Hello!

Could you write another story of this?

https://www.tumblr.com/raineandsky/754458647433740288/ur-writing-is-soooo-delicious-love-it-could-u?source=share

The hero tries to save his little brother and gets severely injured, and the villain tries to stop the bleeding (while maybe crying..?)

The ending is up to you, and I just want to see some ANGST in this scene!

I've always loved your writing and I hope your day is full of happiness. Have a nice day!

hey (again? im assuming?)!! i love a bit of angstttt, so this was a fun one :D hope you enjoy!

(part 1) (part 2)

The villain remembers the first batch of rules the supervillain gave him when he chose his side. “You look after yourselves, you trust no one—” and he’d looked the villain in the eye when he’d said, “—heroes get destroyed, no matter how much you think you care about them.”

Those had seemed like such good, simple rules back then. Obvious. You have more to lose by caring about things; every villain knows that.

So why does he care? Why is he risking everything for one hero who can’t let him go? Why can he not let go either?

The villain had been resigned to the hero throwing himself into his business, sure. What hadn’t been an option in his mind, ever, was that the hero might get hurt because of him.

This moment will simultaneously be etched into his mind forever and lost with the rest of this traumatic evening, this moment when the villain finds out what happens when his brother experiences true pain.

There’s nothing to it, and somehow that’s worse. The villain would’ve preferred some screaming, maybe some writhing on the floor, but the hero does none of that. He steps in to intervene with another hero, catches a strike meant for the villain, and staggers slightly, like he’s been given nothing more than a light push.

But he wipes a hand over his chest and his palm comes back red. He looks at it for a moment, like it’s mildly surprising, before half-sitting, half-crashing onto the pavement below.

The villain’s at his side before he can realise what he’s doing. The other hero laughs and says something, but the villain’s beyond listening. His hands are everywhere he can think to check—he’s bleeding, a wound to the chest, possibly deep, he’s awake, barely, he has a pulse but maybe not for long, shit, why the fuck did he think that? He’ll be fine. Heroes always are. Heroes never die. They can’t. His brother can’t.

“[Hero],” the villain says loudly, like his voice can penetrate the darkness inevitably closing in. The hero’s eyes are already unfocused, half-lidded. “[Hero], where do you keep that stupid med kit?”

The hero’s gaze slips to him, kind of. It seems more like he’s looking at something beyond him. “S’ wh…?” is the best answer he can give.

Right, innovation it is. The villain tries to steel himself, but clearly fails when he pushes his hands onto the hero’s chest. Blood leaks from around his fingers, dousing them in warm, sticky crimson. The instinct to pull away is one the villain has to shove down hard.

The hero makes some choked noise of pain. “I know,” the villain says through the lump in his throat, and it’s then, and only then, he realises that there are hot tears on his face, that he’s scared. “I know, I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry, [Hero].”

The villain brings an arm up to wipe his face in his elbow, before he realises what he’s doing and presses back against the hero’s chest. Selfish. The hero is dying, and the villain is letting him bleed out so he can make his vision a little less blurry? He’s always been a selfish asshole. He never deserved the hero. And the hero never deserved this.

It’s not enough. The villain’s hands are stained, and even though they’ve been painted with blood before it’s never felt quite like this. The hero’s gaze is slowly getting more and more dazed, and the villain is ashamed that it’s taken this to realise that he doesn’t want to lose his brother, that he can’t.

The villain snaps his gaze up, scanning the street around for ideas. The hero’s sidekick is lingering anxiously, equally scared for his hero and scared of the villain.

“You, agency kid,” the villain says with a lot less authority than he wanted. Stupid tears. “Come here.”

The villain swallows down a sob as the sidekick pads closer, his eyes wide as he takes in the carnage on the hero’s chest. “What— How do we save him?”

God, kids. The villain misses thinking it was as easy as saving people. Misses thinking he could’ve ever been someone who did the saving. But he’s not; never has been. He knows that. He sucks in a deep breath.

“Call an ambulance,” he says shortly.

The sidekick’s phone materialises in his hand, thankfully. “Wouldn’t he… wouldn’t we lose him before they get here?”

“Not if I’m putting pressure on it.”

The villain hears the beeps as the sidekick taps in the number, but he hovers over the call button. “The police might come if they know you’re here.”

The villain’s resigned to this sideshow. He got the hero here, he’ll get him out. No matter what. “I don’t care. Call them before he dies, please?”

The sidekick jolts into action at that, clicking the button and hurriedly talking to an operator. He steals glances at the hero and villain here and there, but the villain ignores him in favour of his brother. His brother. What’s wrong with him? Why was the villain so intent on abandoning everything, even when the hero proved his insolence wrong? When he got hurt, might die, because of him?

The sidekick brings his phone down from his ear, his gaze locked back on the hero. “They’re coming,” he says flatly.

Good. The police can come too, if they like. Maybe that’ll be the villain’s redemption for this. For hurting his brother, obviously, and for leaving him behind when he wanted nothing more than to follow.